One blessing at a time

pecans

I am breaking the standard blog-a-day list of prompts I started with in order to feature this recipe. I don’t anyone will object to that, right? I’m still blogging so it still counts.

I was craving a snack and it wasn’t frozen yogurt. Weird.

I scrolled through my Pinterest boards, and rummaged through my fridge and cabinets. I wanted something with texture. I wanted something with chocolate. Most importantly, I wanted something that wouldn’t take much effort and that would come together quickly.

Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner!

If anything has ever ‘hit the spot,’ this was it.

In terms of size, the amount this recipe makes falls between my Instant Oatmeal Cookie for One and a normal batch of cookies (like these Cinnamon Oatmeal Raisin Cookies). AKA, the perfect amount for when you have to spend a couple of days as a single girl. A little for a snack here, a little for dessert there, and a little for breakfast the next day. And there won’t be anyone standing in your way.

Switching gears now to a completely unrelated note…I’m watching Katy Perry: Part of Me on Netflix. Have you seen it? Oh em geee, I’m loving it. I wouldn’t say I’m a huge fan of hers, but I do enjoy most of her songs and usually like seeing behind the scenes stuff with celebrities (at least celebrities I’m half interested in). She’s obviously got much different taste and style than I do, but she’s down to earth (okay, maybe that’s not the best way to put it), has maintained close relationships with her family, and has such a positive attitude.

That’s my Southern speak for ya. I wonder if there will come a day when I don’t think twice about saying “y’all” versus “you guys.” I grew up in Ohio addressing a group of people using, “you guys” but living in the South for more than five years now has changed things. It seems natural to say “y’all” when I’m down here in Charleston (which is obviously the majority of the time).

Then I go back to my hometown. If “y’all” slips out of my mouth, I suddenly feel self conscious. I will even try to catch myself and say “you guys” instead if I can help it.

Funny how that happens. My siblings seem to think I’m just trying to be cute or something when I say “y’all.”

What’s not funny is this pie. I followed a recipe in Southern Living and let me tell you, Southerners sure know how to make a pecan pie.

The name itself made it hard to resist. “Utterly Deadly Pecan Pie.” Um, yes. I think so. It really was almost the death of me on Thanksgiving. I think I ate half of it by myself throughout one single day.

While I made this pie for Thanksgiving, I think it would be equally enjoyable at Christmas time. So, y’all go make this pie!! Bring it home for Christmas, your family will love you. Or just save it all for yourself. Either way, I won’t judge.